For Yesterday

kissing
on
this
ball
of
darkness,
flame
that
licks
my
face
and
burns
a memory of you--
flicker
dancing
fucks
my
eyes
and
runs
a train
on
all
I see.
leave
me
softly,
take
the
baggage
packed into the night.

JM Gant

A New Jersey born poet, author, and editor. Arch Linux enthusiast, and self-confessed data-hoarder.